People wish for many things, some are small wishes, made almost every day. Other wishes are much more significant, things that they've wanted for a while and remind themselves of on a daily basis.
This is applicable to me, for example, I wish that I'll get a good grade on a test or that I remember to do my homework on any given day
But significant wishes change as the years pass. Now, my most important wish is to go back home to my native country of Venezuela.
I am one of many who were faced with the decision of leaving or staying in a hellish society. Because of this I know that I am not the only one who dreams of going back.
I am often asked why I would want to go back to such a place, and the reason is one which I cannot explain, it's a certain connection which I have to my native country which i will not lose until I die.
I've always known that I would move away eventually, but ever since that became a reality, I miss those things that used to make me dislike where I was from.
In Venezuela, the people were united. Even if it was against the government, yet we could not do anything about it, this was something that, to me, showed how everyone is equal and that united we stand a better chance.
The moral of the story is that you should always appreciate whatever has been given to you, whether that is new clothes or a functioning government, every little thing matters.
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